Jeya_Rashique

Beneath the surface of Istanbul, in the shadows where the world dares not look, Emir reigns—a ghost, a weapon, a monster carved from betrayal. Abandoned as a child, he learned to survive in the blood-soaked underbelly of power until Kanat, a man with secrets of his own, took him in and forged him into something unstoppable.

Emir knows nothing of innocence. Nothing of softness. Nothing of the daughter Kanat kept hidden from him.

Beren.

Delicate. Sheltered. Too pure for a world like his. She should have never stepped into his underground lair. She should have never seen him like that—hands drenched in blood, eyes as dark as the sins he carries.

Now, she is tangled in his world, a world that will eat her alive.

Unless he teaches her how to survive it.

Unless he makes her just as dangerous as he is.

But some flames burn too close, some shadows whisper too sweetly, and some monsters… aren’t meant to be tamed.

 A dark, intense tale of power, obsession, and love laced with danger. Enter at your own risk.

The Devil's Butterfly

The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm inside him.

Emir had never been patient. Not when it came to Beren.

And tonight? Patience didn't exist.

His body caged hers against the cold wall, but he was the real danger here. His dark green eyes were feral, locked onto her, drinking in every sharp breath, every quiver of her lips.

He was drowning her in his presence—suffocating, intoxicating, inevitable.

Beren's pulse pounded.

She needed air, needed space, needed—

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Her voice was a whisper.

Emir's lips curled into something lethal. "Like what, Butterfly?"

Like you're mine.Like I'll ruin you.Like I already have.

She didn't say it. But he knew. He always knew.

Beren swallowed, forcing her gaze away, but Emir wasn't having it.

His fingers gripped her chin, turning her face back to him. Slow. Firm. Inescapable.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

This impossible, dangerous, maddening man.

She should fight back. Should shove him away. Should—

"I hate you." The words were out before she could stop them.

Emir? He laughed.

Low. Dark. Amused.

And then—he shattered the last bit of space between them.

His lips crashed against hers, devouring, claiming. But it wasn't just a kiss. It was war.

A vicious, brutal, unstoppable war.

Emir kissed like he owned her—like he had the right to.

Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer when she should be pushing him away. But how could she? How could she when he kissed like this?

Like he'd waited forever.Like he'd burn the world down for her.Like he already had.

His hands weren't still—they never were.

Fingers tracing her jaw, gripping her waist, pressing into her skin like he wanted to brand himself onto her.

Beren was losing herself.

He had never been more in control.

Mad Obsession